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For the Downfall of My Beloved Chapter 21

Updated: Feb 20

"Do you even know how vile the humans you are trying to protect are?" 

 

That's what Rohwa fiercely shot at Gion. 

 

Gion did not respond to the remark, but his silence did not mean ignorance. 

 

Before Gion even entered the battlefield, Biryu was already in the midst of war. 

 

It was in a situation with a high casualty rate amidst repeated shoot-downs and retreats. 

 

Upon receiving a report that even the demons of Snow Valley were seizing the opportunity, Gion was deployed as a reinforcement. 

 

The war wasn't in the worst situation, but the same couldn't be said for the soldiers. 

 

As the seemingly endless war raged on, the number of deaths only increased, leaving even the survivors uncertain of their fate. 

 

For these people, Gion, arriving as reinforcements, was like a much-needed rain during a drought. 

 

"Wasn't he the one guarding the princess?" 

 

"I heard he's no less than the chieftain of the White Tiger tribe." 

 

"With someone like him as a commander, shouldn't things change a bit? Maybe we can go home soon?" 

 

Responding to their hopes, Gion saved many soldiers by employing defensive tactics. 

 

He began to threaten the enemy forces with the least possible casualties and at the greatest speed. 

 

Gion quickly gained the trust of the soldiers. 

 

How much time had passed since then? 

 

That day could have been the last encounter. 

 

While waiting for the firepower support from the reserve forces, the army of White Flower Kingdom only had to maintain their formation to prevent the enemy from advancing further. 

 

By executing the tactics and exerting their last bit of strength for survival, the end of the war and victory seemed inevitable. 

 

But then, 

 

"Maintain the formation!" 

 

"What the heck...!" 

 

The formation where the defensive tactic was applied began to collapse. 

 

As those at the forefront left their positions, gaps formed instantly. 

 

Gion's defensive tactic crumbled in an instant, resulting in numerous casualties. 

 

It was a sudden change. The moment of confusion among the soldiers was an opportunity for the enemy. 

 

The enemy's offensive showed no sign of stopping, and the army of the White Flower Kingdom was forced to retreat again, resetting the war back to square one. 

 

"......" 

 

In the melee filled with screams, the survivors were left speechless. 

 

Not a trace of life's energy could be felt at the forward base wrapped in silence. 

 

All tactics were not only ineffective against the enemy but weren't even properly executed. 

 

Naturally, it was impossible even to collect the bodies of the soldiers. 

 

The barely collected corpses were mostly missing one of their limbs. 

 

On a night without even the moon shining, a man walked to the backyard where the corpses of the White Flower Kingdom soldiers were laid. 

 

"You've had it tough." 

 

The man handed over a gold bar to the soldiers. 

 

"Thanks to you, we managed to return alive, and you talk about hardship?" 

 

The soldiers quickly pocketed the glittering gold bars illuminated by the burning torch and chuckled among themselves. 

 

"Why would Gion, who benefits as the war prolongs, ruin things by risking his life like that?" 

 

The 16th king, as cowardly as he was, dispatched numerous troops to Biryu as the war dragged on. 

 

Initially, Jiyeon Kingdom was a small country and couldn't compare to the military strength of the White Flower Kingdom. 

 

It was as if the war was destined for the White Flower Kingdom's victory from the start. 

 

But does that mean the war should end quickly? 

 

Biryu is a territory currently at war, no different from a lawless land. 

 

Here, not the 16th king indulging in luxury at the White Dragon Castle, but the strongest among the survivors was the true king. 

 

The longer the war dragged on, the more certain he was to receive greater recognition for one's contributions after the war's end. 

 

With the situation constantly shifting, the foolish king poured all his support, hoping for a swift end to the war. 

 

Not ending the war was beneficial for them. 

 

The man, adjusting the fit of the new clothes he received as supplies, looked at the corpses laid on the ground. 

 

"Burn them." 

 

"But what about the travel expenses…" 

 

"What use does a dead person have for money?" 

 

The man spoke, careful to avoid the black smoke seeping from the torch. 

 

"Burn them in a pit to prevent the smell of burning flesh from spreading." 

 

As the man turned around, 

 

"It was you guys." 

 

Gion spoke languidly, standing behind them with a sword in hand. 

 

Just like now. 

 

As Gion stepped towards the shadows, a light green hue flickered on his Chunhwa sword, and the wind blew. 

 

"Judging by the looks of it, you guys must know what has happened to the White Flower Kingdom over the past hundred years." 

 

The shadows crept slowly towards Gion. 

 

Crack! 

 

Gion thrust his Chunhwa sword into the ground. 

 

The shadows enveloping the demons peeled away like thin skin, flying off instantly. 

 

Leaving the pit formed by his sword energy behind, Gion approached the demon. 

 

The demon, wearing armor, smirked at Gion. Anticipating that Gion would swing his sword, the demon spoke while binding the Chunhwa sword with dark energy. 

 

"White Flower Kingdom or whatever, it's all because of you back then-" 

 

Bang! 

 

"Ugh…" 

 

Contrary to the expectation that Gion would swing his sword, he grabbed the demon by the neck and slammed it into the pit. 

The demon's dark energy, swiftly fading away, allowed the Chunhwa sword to return to Gion's hand intact. 

 

Thud! 

 

"Aaaah!" 

 

Gion thrust the blade into the pit. 

 

Just a simple thrust of the sword, but a gruesome scream tore through the air. 

 

Unable to see inside the pit, the demons momentarily hesitated and stopped moving. 

 

"Answer my question." 

 

"..." 

 

"Seeing you reveal yourselves at Seosan, you must know about the Fourth Chime, right?" 

 

As the Fourth Chime was mentioned, all the demons started manifesting dark energy without a word. 

 

But then, 

 

Crunch! 

 

"Ah, ah…" 

 

The sound of limbs being crushed and a trembling voice struggling to speak echoed from the pit. 

 

The echo resonating from the deep pit reverberated around Seosan. 

 

As silence fell, Gion spoke. 

 

"Did you not hear the question, or do you have nothing to say?" 

 

"Ugh…" 

 

The demons, having experienced the battlefield with Gion, instinctively knew. 

 

The reason Gion was asking again without immediately killing them was not because he didn't intend to kill them but because they were once comrades on the battlefield. 

 

Gion's expressionless face, emanating a murderous aura, was evidence of that. 

 

Thud. 

 

Gion pulled the sword from the demon and moved towards the remaining demons. 

 

No sound came from the pit. 

 

One demon, flinching momentarily, then emitted a menacing aura. 

 

"You speak as if you're still a general. Just because you command, do we have to say whatever you want?" 

 

"......" 

 

"Trying to overpower others with force, you're no different from us!" 

 

Swoosh. 

 

Gion swiftly subdued the demon. 

 

"That's right." 

 

Intestines spilled out from the demon's bisected waist. 

 

Crack! 

 

Gion repeatedly stabbed a demon in its vital parts, then trampled over its body. 

 

Like an exploded noodle, the demon's flesh was crushed and burst open. 

 

"I merely asked about the Fourth Chime. Why do you all keep reciting different things?" 

 

Swoosh! 

 

Gion threw the demon's corpse into the pit and immediately started ripping apart another demon. 

 

Before long, Seosan was chaotic with the blood of demons. 

 

In stark contrast to his softly spoken voice, screams echoed through Seosan. 

 

The demons charged at once, but Gion was solely focused on killing the demon he had caught. 

 

No matter how much they attacked Gion with dark energy, he did not flinch and kept swinging his sword. 

 

"Uh, uhh..." 

 

Under the shade of a tree, a demon trembled, covering its head. 

 

The remaining demons lay motionless, thrown into the pit. 

 

"I, I don't know… I really don't…" 

 

Gion sighed. 

 

"You knew your future would end up like this, didn't you?" 

 

To live a life where claiming ignorance is a last wish. 

 

Gion relentlessly butchered the demons. 

 

Time seemed to stop, and only the sticky warmth of blood was felt. 

 

Skin, muscles, tendons, bones. 

 

From the fragile to the sturdy, Gion plunged his blade everywhere. 

 

Crunch. 

 

How long had he swung his sword? 

 

As if there was nothing left to cut, Gion's blade was stuck in a tree. 

 

The demon's corpse, clinging to the ground like a crushed egg, still showed black. 

 

"......" 

 

Gion wiped the blood off his Chunhwa sword, tidied his disheveled clothes, and shook off the dirt. 

 

He immediately proceeded after tightening the straps around his ankles to secure his shoes. 

 

It wasn't over yet. 

 

Gion checked for any cracks in his Chunhwa sword while descending the mountain. 

 

At that moment. 

 

"General." 

 

A gaunt boy called out to Gion. 

 

"It's been a while. Haram." 

 

-General. Please don't forget that life is only one. 

 

The boy always looked at Gion with a firm and upright gaze. 

 

Haram was looking at Gion with that same gaze. 

 

Dust and calluses from hitting blunt objects covered his palms. 

 

Though they hadn't met in a hundred years, he looked no different from his days on the battlefield. 

 

"Now is not the time to inquire about each other's well-being. I have some business to attend to." 

 

"I also came here because I have business." 

 

Haram glanced at Gion and said. 

 

"A hundred years have passed, but it seems you have become stronger, General." 

 

"......" 

 

"Even so, can you handle the one below with that body of yours?" 

 

"When have I ever acted with such thoughts in mind?" 

 

At Gion's words, Haram chuckled lightly. 

 

Whoosh- 

 

"My business was this." 

 

A light flashed from Haram's hand, infusing into Gion. 

 

Pain spread through his dantian. 

 

"Since the Fifth Chime has died, you should receive it." 

 

The fragment of light was absorbed by Gion, flickering brightly. 

Gion gazed at Haram intently. 

 

"It seems a lot has happened over the last hundred years." 

 

Haram nodded. 

 

"...Yes." 

 

Gion walked past Haram, starting to descend. 

 

"Stay put. I will take care of the rest." 

 

Gion began to descend the mountain, but the only footsteps heard were his own. 

 

He didn't stop, moving swiftly down the mountain. 

 

Eventually, under a certain tree. 

 

A massive shadow greeted Gion. 

 

Whoosh- 

 

Wind seeped from the Chunhwa sword, scattering the leaves on the tree. 

 

Gion calmly observed the shadow. 

 

"It seems unlikely for us to meet as enemies like this." 

 

Hiss. 

 

Black smoke spread, revealing a man from within the shadow. 

 

"I hold no grudge against you. I just waited because I never had the chance to cross swords with you in Biryu." 

 

As the dark energy touched the drooping branches, they turned to ash instantly. 

 

The massive shadow swelled slowly, growing larger than even the willow tree as if it were about to engulf Gion. 

 

Like a leaf fluttering peacefully in the wind, Gion calmly approached under the willow tree. 

 

"Indeed." 

 

*** 

 

"I've found out where the Fourth Chime is." 

 

As Rohwa bit her lip, seated on the throne, Doa's voice came from behind. 

 

"Bring it before my eyes immediately." 

 

"......" 

 

"And that scribe, too." 

 

Doa paused, contemplating the low and threatening tone of the voice. 

 

"Are you going to kill them?" 

 

Whoosh- 

 

Just before Rohwa could speak, a chill wind blew through the White Hall. 

 

"Rohwa." 

 

Even as she was called, Rohwa didn't turn around. 

 

Doa, recognizing the source of the voice, immediately entered the shadows. 

 

"How many fragments of light have passed to that man?" 

 

The Demon King approached Rohwa with his hands clasped behind his back. 

 

"Two have passed." 

 

The Demon King's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he let out a soft sigh. 

 

"Isn't that too slow?" 

 

"It's because that guy has been up to a lot more than expected." 

 

Rohwa covered the throne with dark energy and approached the Demon King. 

 

"Even so, there's no disruption to the plan, so you keep doing what you need to do." 

 

The Demon King tilted his head slightly, then continued. 

 

"Isn't it too slow? By now, nearly all should have been collected." 

 

"You know well that your heart also needs time." 

 

"......" 

 

"You know we must act when that man has absorbed all the fragments of light." 

 

The Demon King gazed intently at Rohwa, who was glaring back, and then chuckled lightly. 

 

"Anyway, isn't it better for us the sooner he collects the light crystals?" 

 

"......" 

 

"If his mind is preoccupied elsewhere and he's not collecting the fragments, then we just need to make sure he can't focus on anything else." 

 

With a smirk on one side of his mouth, Rohwa knew what that expression meant. 

 

It was like a child who had found an amusing toy. 

 

Sure enough, the Demon King spoke up with excitement. 

 

"How about deploying all the remaining Chimes in front of that man?" 

 

The Demon King's eyes twinkled with interest as he said this. 

 

"It'll be tough for him to find each one individually. Definitely-" 

 

Swoosh- 

 

Dark energy began to ripple around Rohwa's figure. 

 

"Are you suggesting we kindly report to the Celestial Deity what we're doing?" 

 

The Demon King looked at the dark energy engulfing the White Hall. 

 

It swirled threateningly as if ready to strangle the Demon King at any moment. 

 

The Demon King smiled slyly and shook his head. 

 

"I hadn't thought of that. The dark energy makes my skin crawl. Can you tone it down a bit?" 

 

"......" 

 

The Demon King smirked and turned around. The cheerfully smiling Demon King immediately hardened his expression as he turned. Rohwa's reflection appeared in the broken glass shards scattered on the floor. Rohwa, furrowing her red eyes, glared at the Demon King's back. 

 

"You're trying hard." 




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